Cleaning and other problems solved

The breaking point might’ve been when Peanut recently dropped one of her animals on the ground and it landed near a nest of fallen hair on the bathroom floor. She refused to pick it up. “It’s nasty,” she said, which was entirely true.

Among our myriad failings, housekeeping is the kingpin. We don’t always tend to dishes immediately. Dust bunnies get large enough to hop and then multiply as bunnies tend to do. The mop tends to flash by as frequently as lazy comets. I could go on but I won’t.

In short, we finally caved. Nene’s idea of giving Peanut a spray bottle filled with water to “clean” on those rare weekend days that we cleaned was a good one, but truth of the matter is weekends are really the only sustained periods of time we get to play with the tot, and there’s often a sense of guilt that wafts about when dusting tables while she plays (or “cleans”).

So we hired help, which we’re not wont to do because we’re cheap and because it seems to confirm our ineptitude in yet another realm.

That said we returned home from work Wednesday to a dust-, bug-, spiderweb- and dirt-free home.

Photos don’t really do it justice. But note the clean countertops…

Bye-bye raw meat juice, dirty dishes and assorted nastiness!

Note the grates on the stovetop, cleaned for the first time ever . . .

Bye-bye charred spillovers, pesky sticky glazes and other roach bait!

I could be wrong, but I think the door got cleaned. The door!!!!

Who cleans doors? Note: Religious imagery inadvertant.

Toys can again be dropped without the fear of being consumed by puffy pillows of dead skin and lost hair. Frankly, that quickly wiped clean any lingering guilt about our inability to do these seemingly simple tasks ourselves.